If I died right now I'd be satisfied. I'm not planning to do anything but I kinda feel at peace, like for the first time I'm not at a raging war with myself.
Also my school got out for Thanksgiving break and Friday just felt so final. Like I wouldn't be going back. And my family has a history of being able to predict the future, and I think I'm going to die. Everything I do just feels like this is the last time. I think when I said goodbye to my siblings (they're staying at my grandparents) I was saying goodbye. I hope everybody is ok without me.
I wonder why I'm going to die. Do I have an undiagnosed illness? Am I in a car crash? Am I hit by a car? Am I murdered? Is it an accident?
Take care of yourselves if I don't post again. If I do would y'all be interested in a book of poetry I wrote on the sides of my math book?
YOU ARE READING
My Diary For Bored Ppl
RandomBc I feel like it, read into my innermost thoughts. Its like the title says, a public diary. See the life of a mentally ill trans kid in the rural south.
